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[the fog on great big gauzy wheels rolls in,]
the fog on great big gauzy wheels rolls in,
patient and deliberate,
worrying about nothing or no one,
going it's slow and graceful way
softly and silently.
it seems almost to be a ghost,
travelling in another realm-
visible, but only just,
and as intangible as the memory
of a whisper.
you cannot touch it,
though it may touch you.
who has not reached out a hand
half-expecting to grab a fist full of gossamer?
but you catch nothing, and
it moves on without you.
and yet
did you not feel airy fingers
trailing down your arm?
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[the fog on great big gauzy wheels rolls in,]
the fog on great big gauzy wheels rolls in,
patient and deliberate,
worrying about nothing or no one,
going it's slow and graceful way
softly and silently.
it seems almost to be a ghost,
travelling in another realm-
visible, but only just,
and as intangible as the memory
of a whisper.
you cannot touch it,
though it may touch you.
who has not reached out a hand
half-expecting to grab a fist full of gossamer?
but you catch nothing, and
it moves on without you.
and yet
did you not feel airy fingers
trailing down your arm?
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you
Your smile is more enchanting than the moon in waxing crescent,
if your glow was any brighter you'd be bio-luminescent,
your body is a temple, let me worship at your altar-
if Venus died of jealousy I couldn't really fault her.
Your beauty is eternal like an ancient golden statue,
the stars are falling from the sky just so they can gaze up at you-
landing at your feet like roses thrown by horny angels;
when they see you they can't help but melt like rainbow-dripping candles.
The sun is only shining for the chance to touch your face,
the world is only turning so that it can match your pace.
The wind is only blowing to lift up your lo
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